Insignia

2011-12-22T18:17:00.000-08:00

मौत एक खयाल है जैसे ज़िंदगी एक खयाल है ना सुख है न दुख है ना दीन है न दुनिया ना इंसान ना भगवान सिर्फ मै हु… मै हु… मै हु… मै… सिर्फ मै।

2011-01-21T23:05:00.000-08:00

Avarana Bodhi Sneha Bhuutih Tattve VigyaayaShamatha Ekakshana Sunyata Kriidaa Chaitanya Utsaaha Bala Vishvaasa Bhavana Prapadye Parivartanam Karma twenty Hri Dhuraa Vidyaanaam

"Nothing is smooth. The light is always rough, anxious. "

2010-11-20T18:42:00.001-08:00

eternal return

2010-04-01T06:49:00.003-07:00

Life in itself Is nothing, An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs. It is not enough that yearly, down this hill April Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers. —"Spring" by Edna St. Vincent Millay

two thousand ten

2009-12-30T15:24:00.002-08:00

For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning. ~T.S. Eliot, "Little Gidding"

2009-10-17T11:29:00.004-07:00

"vāsānsi jīrNāni yathā vihāya navāni grihNāti naro.aparāNi.tathā śarīrāNi vihāya jīrNānyanyāni sanyāti navāni dehī.. "

Wakao !

2009-09-23T10:35:00.006-07:00

Sleek , edgy, cerebral , engaging . And no, शाहिद is not trying to race with white stallions. Welcome the new Bollywood- total paifa wafool ftyle. Dhan Te Nan !

Doodle 4 Google

2009-06-27T08:36:00.003-07:00

From the Ashes One of 4 National Finalists The world will be reborn in peace, harmony and prosperity. Pheonix is reborn from ashes; blossoms and lotus symbolize peace. Earth is a prosperous place like an apple. Kois symbolize harmony. Wheat is celebrated as a prosperous crop. The clock represents time for the world to change. The butterfly carries it on its journey. Name:

Cheer the Chair :)

2009-05-31T22:29:00.004-07:00

Newest in Ron Arad .

Life/Lines

2009-05-08T12:41:00.010-07:00

Just So

2009-05-05T06:02:00.015-07:00

Ananya in 1988 :So, I am alone now .I wonder why.Ananya in 1990:My cat loves vanilla flavored ice-cream and sunshine.We are best friends.Ananya in 1992 :I am good. In fact, the best I know .They love when I sing "roja jaaneman ".They are fools.Ananya in 1996 :Optics is gorgeous , and I hate that one pimple on my left cheek.I hate Kolkata as well.I am difficult .Ananya in 1999 :Is life worth

Azure

2009-04-17T09:10:00.028-07:00

Awakelike an azure flowerI visit often , I visit alonemy dream cityoften ; my home.

Marta's Song

2009-04-03T07:19:00.008-07:00

An old "Csángó" folk song reworked in Boheme. Video directed by-Recently, a seller on eBay offered his DNA for sale for a starting bid of$11, 000I'm selling my DNA , exclusively , giving up my rights forever. My DNA may lead to a money-making scientific breakthrough and I'm offering it to the drug industry. Item features : The benefits of my DNA are yet to be discovered. The specifications of my DNA are yet to be

2008-04-10T05:37:00.012-07:00

To you , who gave me faith in life artand survival.Thanks Sylvia.And

(May 30 '07 - Jan 30 '08)

2008-01-29T12:25:00.003-08:00

The Last Smile

2008-01-24T10:14:00.035-08:00

People ask what are my intentions with my films — my aims. It is a difficult and dangerous question, and I usually give an evasive answer: I try to tell the truth about the human condition, the truth as I see it. This answer seems to satisfy everyone, but it is not quite correct. I prefer to describe what I would like my aim to be. There is an old story of how the cathedral of Chartres was

rUpTuRe

2008-01-22T12:13:00.001-08:00

Architecture in general is frozen music....Friedrich Von Schelling (1775-1854) Image courtesy-Andrew Hefter.visit him here

Tere Main Ishq Nachaya

2007-12-03T03:26:00.003-08:00

"O body swayed to music, o brightening glance, how can we know the dancer from the dance? "-William Butler Yeats आज रंग है ए माँ, रंग है री; ए री ए री, मोरे महबूब के घर रंग है री… प्रेम भाती का माधव पिलैकेमतवाली कर लीनी राय मोसे नैना मिलेकेगोरी गोरी बय्याँ, हरी हरी चुरियाँबय्याँ पाकर धर लीनी राय मोसे नैना मिलेकेबल बल जावं में तोरे रंग रजवाअपनी सी कर लीनी राय मोसे नैना मिलेकेछाप तिलक सब चीनी राय

Portraits

2007-06-01T23:30:00.001-07:00

Ek Shaam

2007-04-15T10:30:00.002-07:00

एक शाम पिघलती रहीएक सूरज मिटता रहासाँस ली बस उस मौसम नेदफन कर चुके थे जिसे हमकुछ सौंधी यादों के साथ...

They will stay with you forever....

2007-04-08T02:30:00.002-07:00

kis kis tarah se mujhko na ruswa kiya gaya gairo ka naam mere lahoon se likha gayakyon aaj uska zikrmujhe khush na kar sakakyon aaj uska naam mera dil dukha gaya...Listen yet again-Yeh Kya Jagah Hai Dosto

2007-03-01T05:26:00.000-08:00

Fanaah For... Purple When I am an old woman,I shall wear purple - - With a red hat which doesn't go,and doesn't suit me.And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves and satin sandles,And say we've no money for butter.I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tiredand gobble up samples in shopsand press alarm bellsand run with my stick along public railings,and make up for the sobriety

2007-01-01T00:21:00.000-08:00

Poems & Prayers & Promises...and a New Day...

अक्सर...बे अंत

2006-10-09T13:12:00.002-07:00

पलकों से आर पार बरसाती ख़याल मेरे मिलते हैं अजनबी आहटों से मेरे सपनों में नीद बहती हैं एक नदी की तरह अनहद.

2006-09-30T10:09:00.000-07:00

Morningshe smelt of joyand sang a child's songnightdenied a sunfor her tired feet...yet we never knew...still you weave Rainbows ...in tiny bits of ni-re-gaall my dawnwho knows how?Happy birthday Ma :)you are my miracle.

2006-09-21T13:51:00.000-07:00

Sad Song they say....Twenty-three crayons saying goodbyean autumn deepens.(attempt at haiku)...and a little Fernando Sor is my comfort this fortnight.

2006-08-18T12:25:00.000-07:00

About Suffering..."In so far as poetry,or any of the arts , can be said to have an ulterior purpose, it is, by telling the truth, to disenchant and disintoxicate."come to- Musée des Beaux Arts

2006-08-17T00:47:00.001-07:00

"It took the whole of Creation to produce my foot, my each feather: Now I hold Creation in my foot." Ted Hughes(08/17/1930 – 10/28/1998)I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed.Inaction, no falsifying dreamBetween my hooked head and hooked feet:Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat.The convenience of the high trees!The air's buoyancy and the sun's rayAre of advantage to me;And the

2006-08-04T12:32:00.001-07:00

One rainy afternoon....two estranged lovers meet ...to play...the game of words.......A cinematic meditation on the nature of sacrifice, love, pride and pretense, Raincoat is one of the most beautiful chamber dramas that I've come across in recent times. I'll always cherish Raincoat for two reasons-Aishwarya Rai's sensitive portrayal of the character of Niru and an outstanding poem by Gulzar in

2006-07-23T17:21:00.000-07:00

And Finally....I've managed to put in a little music in Candide...yippeeeee...(It should have arrived long back....but considering my brilliant computer skills... took a long detour...) Whatever...Right now, you're listening to About Strange Lands and People (Scenes from Childhood No. 1) , by Robert Schumann. Schumann composed a wide range of music from symphonies to songs , but is often

2006-07-23T15:03:00.001-07:00

Jibanananda Das (1899-1954) was the most important Bengali poet of the post-Tagore era. Nevertheless, he remains a poet little known outside West Bengal and Bangladesh; mainly due to the absence of competent translations into English and other languages ( by far,the best translations have been done by prof.Clinton B. Seely, at the University of Chicago ).When most of the poets of this period

Weeping Hours

2006-07-13T03:27:00.002-07:00

Weeping Hours A moment on its sheer side And it's no go the Merry Go Round again. A dark bird crosses the sun with stars at elbows and feet and the noise draws me closer... to a rough sheet of the charred past; Till the slow grey glass falls hour by hour... I thought eternity was mine- Yet today I am naming the parts and All the countless things I shall remember till I turn my face

2006-06-12T10:06:00.000-07:00

Inkar Ek ajeeb sa khalipan aur kuch kitabein chod gaye tum;Kuch tasverein, kuch aadate,Ek meethi si khusboo; jo ab bus us tare me hain jis se tumne pehchan karvaya tha mera...Tumhara chehra dikh jata hai kabhi kabhi ek sunehre badal me;Thoda anjana sa ek padosi hain.. milne aata hai aksar mere khidki pe ..Aur ek pedh hain- tumhare hi umr ka; safed se phool khilte hain jispe -Pata nehin kyon…bahut

Seher

2006-06-09T12:05:00.002-07:00

Gungunati hui ek subah kabhi kabhi dikh jati hai kisi chehre pe- Poonchhti hein; itni gumsum kyon ho? Is raat ne kya kaha tumse Jo hum na sun paaye- Kya chhupa hain thehri boondon mein Jo sabki nazar se bezuban rahi ? Agar sun pao to woh gila sa chand shayad dastak deta hoga tumhare darwaze pe- Shayad kehta hoga; abhi bhi suraj ki saanse tooti nehin… (My first 8 lines in Hindi )

2006-06-01T03:52:00.000-07:00

AT THE OLD LADIES' HOMEby: Ruth Guthrie Harding (1882-?)HERE in a row of chairs upon the porchI saw them, women alien from the world,Set in a niche to watch the world go by:A few, born saints . . . but some had outworn sin;Sisters at last, from having done with life.Here Joan of Arc, grown past her soldier-dream,And Mariamne, spared her Herod's wrath,Forgetting Herod, gossiped for an hour;While

একটি নক্ষত্র

2006-05-28T23:35:00.003-07:00